A few years ago, I went to a business meeting at a really wealthy guy’s house in the Hamptons. At one point I walked through his garage and he had a very nice TC. As a car guy, I thought this was very unusual car choice for a very wealthy guy, so in a nice way, I said, “I’m surprised you own a Chrysler TC.”  To which…

*Le sigh...*

I guess we are going to have to Elon Musk to build a ship for us to gather manganese nodules from the ocean floor. For building new Tesla’s of course.

They didn’t have a battery back-up?

Oh fuck him!

What a selfish asshole!

If he wanted to kill himself, why not just get a pistol, or a knife, or some rope, or some pills and do it quietly in a way that wouldn’t hurt others.

He destroyed an airplane, put the lives of people on the ground at risk and (assuming that the Air National Guard had to shoot him…

Ok... if they suck... leave them alone.

I blame those screaming-shouting tuner reality shows for creating the impression that this sort of behavior is either acceptable or normal. You know the shows, they claim to be real but are scripted as hell and have two bearded or mustachioed macho assholes screaming and hollering at each other and threatening to…

If this is a joke, I don’t get the funny.

Here is the real question:

Would be Bronco III would it not?

Counter-counterpoint: those hired to do the work see the worst of situations.

Such a beautiful car. I miss such tasteful, restrained, and stately design in cars.

I’ll assume you’re either young enough to not know that white-lettered tires have been cool since the ‘70s, or that your post is satire. In either case I’ll just leave this sweet ‘70s van with white-lettered tires, right here:

Harriett, sweet Harriett.  She took my heart and my cat. 

Er....is Toyota going to care that they’re using the name Harrier, especially considering it’s also an SUV?

Ah, the all famous "stop speeding, next time leave early" defense. I like to call these people idiots. 

Speeding, for when the speed limit posted is laughably low for current road conditions.

I’m old enough to remember when this was called Ghost Riding.

Hey, when you're that proud of your Johnson, you gotta flaunt it.